{"id":866,"date":"2018-11-10T18:17:41","date_gmt":"2018-11-10T17:17:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/?p=866"},"modified":"2018-11-11T23:29:24","modified_gmt":"2018-11-11T22:29:24","slug":"ne-plus-jamais-pourboire-dire-maman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/?p=866","title":{"rendered":"Ne plus jamais pouvoir dire : \u00ab\u00a0maman\u00a0\u00bb"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Un mot a bifurqu\u00e9 brutalement le 28 septembre et plus jamais ne parlera \u00e0 celle qui le portait depuis toujours: maman. Une pr\u00e9sence, d\u00e9sormais autrement.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>L&rsquo;Adieu<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;\"><em>J&rsquo;ai cueilli un brin de bruy\u00e8re<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;\"><em>L&rsquo;automne est morte souviens-t&rsquo;en<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Odeur du temps brin de bruy\u00e8re<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Et souviens-toi que je t&rsquo;attends<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 270px;\">Guillaume Appolinaire &#8211; Alcools<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-853\" src=\"http:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/img_4265-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/img_4265-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/img_4265-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/img_4265-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/img_4265-700x525.jpg 700w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Un mot a bifurqu\u00e9 brutalement le 28 septembre et plus jamais ne parlera \u00e0 celle qui le portait depuis toujours: maman. Une pr\u00e9sence, d\u00e9sormais autrement. L&rsquo;Adieu J&rsquo;ai cueilli un brin de bruy\u00e8re L&rsquo;automne est morte souviens-t&rsquo;en Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre Odeur du temps brin de bruy\u00e8re Et souviens-toi que je t&rsquo;attends Guillaume [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/866"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=866"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/866\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":870,"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/866\/revisions\/870"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=866"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=866"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sntrvfl.org\/blogpat\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=866"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}